Brenda's POV
Two days had passed, and Brian had passed on me to decay in this massage parlor. He came to torture me consistently, so l wasn't shocked to see a lady stroll in when the door opened. In any case, I was astonished to find it was the lady that used to stop outside the lodge.
Her heels click on the wood planks. Today she wore a short dark dress, and I could see the layout of her strap; it was just close. I turned away, back at the wall where I sat in the corner. She was here to infuse me with a greater amount of the poop Brian had been using on me, or so I thought. I won't cry. She didn't merit my tears. I sort of wished Becky would return. I needed to know she was alright, and I hadn't seen her since the night I was brought here. She attempted to assist with tidying me up when
